#And ofc I go and draw pups

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So @littlegoodpups sent me a gif on Discord and I was like "I need to draw this" and now here we are

[huramuna]

banshee's lament - chapter 5.

aemond targaryen x stark ofc minor jacaerys velaryon x stark ofc masterlist prev | next

a/n: again, a little bit of a slow chapter. shera deserved some happiness and i'm giving it to her, dammit. also i lied, i dropped the chapter on monday oopsies.

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content: smut, angst, fluff, disabled ofc, aemond being delulu & obsessive, major canon divergence, ofc has a service direwolf, i'm taking canon rules and putting them in a blender and taking a shot, arranged marriage, graphic depictions of violence, my terrible, terrible combat writing

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Shera’s handwriting, in all accounts, was terrible. It was crude and wispy, all blending together like a child’s scrawl. As she sat at her desk, the ink dripping onto the paper from the length of her pauses, she wondered how to sign it. 

Yours,

Shera

No, that was much too personal— she… she wasn’t his. 

Best,

Shera Stark

That felt formal and detached. It simply wouldn’t do.

She went through a myriad of different closing statements, wroughting her brain over like wringing out a rag. She even considered not doing it at all. 

No, no— she… she wanted to. She needed to try, atleast. Sulking and crying would only do so much for her. She needed to be proactive and offer an olive branch of sorts. She settled on a simple drawing of Moongeist— or mayhaps any wolf, but the point was there. He’d know. 

With the note pinned to her cut dress fabric, she snuck from her chambers, flagging down a pageboy. 

“Hello,” she murmured to the young lad, who couldn’t be any older than nine or ten. “May I ask a favor of you, ser?” 

“Yes ma’am… my lady,” he corrected softly, eyes wondering to Moongeist, who was sitting patiently at Shera’s feet. 

“May you take this fabric and note to Prince Aemond’s chambers and leave it upon his desk?” 

“The prince doesn’t like people going through his things while he’s not there, miss,” he responded, blue eyes wide. “I do not wish to be flogged.” 

Shera blinked slowly. Surely Aemond didn’t have servants flogged for an indiscretion. “Has… Prince Aemond had pageboys flogged before?” 

“No, miss— but I delivered him a letter while he was eating his lunch once… he had his eyepatch off on the table and I did not knock,” the young boy looked at his hands. “He said if I didn’t knock next time, he would make me clean up Vhagar’s dung with a wheelbarrow.” 

What the fuck, Aemond? Shera stifled a little laugh, trying not to embarrass the boy. “How about this,” she hummed. “Would you like to pet my wolf? He’s a real direwolf, all the way from the North.” 

The lad eyed Moongeist with a curious gaze. “My mumma had a shaggy dog with a curly tail when I was young. He licked my face n’ smelled horrible but he was my bestest friend,” he said, bashful. “He died a while ago— no one’s got any more pups for me to pet.” 

“He’d love a pet from you, ser,” Shera continued. “Will you deliver this to Prince Aemond’s chambers? If he gets cross with you, tell me and I’ll resolve it and sic my wolf upon him. No harm will befall you.” 

Shyly, the boy smiled, offering his hand to the wolf. Moongeist sniffed his hand and licked his palm, causing the boy to giggle. 

Shera showed him where Moongeist liked to be scratched the most, and the pageboy was quite pleased with himself when he had the giant wolf thumping his foot on the ground like a puppy at the most perfect of scratches. 

He took her note and favor and tottered off. 

— 

Shera knocked on Helaena’s door. “Hela?” she called softly. 

A handmaid opened the door and let her in, wide eyes upon Moongeist. 

The solar was lovely, decorated in blue and purple silks upon the ceiling. There were framed pinnings of various bugs upon the walls, some of them being very rare if she remembered correctly. 

Upon the floor were strewn children’s toys, like wooden dragons that Helaena had when she was little, along with soldier dolls and princess dolls. Some children’s books were left open, some neatly stacked near the settee. 

Shera’s eye landed on Helaena, who was bobbing a toddler on her knee on the couch. A white haired child approached her, his violet eyes wide. He was the spitting image of Aegon as a child. 

“Who’s you?” he asked, not afraid to stare— like all children do. 

“Shera!” Helaena exclaimed, humming as she hoisted the smaller child onto her hip. “Jaehaerys, this is your auntie Shera.” 

“Auntie… Shera…” the little boy echoed. “Is she married to uncle Aemond?” 

Helaena’s face blanched slightly. “No, dearest,” she hummed. “She is very close to me, like a sister. Like Jaehaera is your sister.” 

“Oh,” he murmured. “She doesn’t have white hair. And she has a dog.” 

“He’s a wolf, Jaehaerys,” Shera chimed in. “Has your mumma read to you about direwolves and Winter Kings yet?” 

“A woof,” the smallest child chimed in, bouncing happily upon Helaena’s hip. “A woof, a woof!” 

“Well, I should introduce the children. You have already met Jaehaerys,” Helaena ruffed up his white curls as he continued to stare at Shera unabashedly. “He has a twin sister, Jaehaera. Who is…” Helaena swirled around. “She is hiding behind the settee,” she whispered, leading Shera to look at the pair of violet eyes peeking over the furniture at her. “And this is my youngest, Maelor. He is two years old. The twins are five.” 

“They’re gorgeous Hela,” Shera mused. “Jaehaerys looks just like Aegon, I thought I had stepped into the past when I saw him. Maelor, however,” she added, smiling at the little cherubic face of the youngest prince, who was blushing and giggling, “looks just like his mumma.” 

“Come sit, lovey,” Helaena said as she put Maelor down on the floor near the toys. “Lunch should be here soon. You look darling in that shade. You look like a jeweled beetle,” she hummed, offering her hand to Shera, which she took. Hela’s palm was warm, like a toasty fire, but not sweltering. It felt akin to being swaddled with a blanket. “Can I show you some of my bugs?” 

“Of course,” Shera agreed, feeling genuinely at ease. The solar was lively and lived in, surely because of the children— it felt… homely and not sterile and lifeless like some others’ chambers. 

Off to the far wall, Helaena led her to a bookshelf, carved in draconic designs and various Old Valyrian sigils that she couldn’t quite parse. It was stocked from top to bottom with various books, mostly pertaining to the taxonomy and biology of insects and arachnids— but there were some familiar titles snuck in as well. 

‘The Winter Kings of Yore: An Account of the North’. 

“Hela— you still have this?” Shera asked, her hand thumbing over the positively ancient book, prising it from the shelf. She remembered this was one of her favorite books as a child and would request Helaena to read it when they bathed. 

“Of course! I still have this one, too. ‘Tis Maelor’s favorite.” she pointed to another book, nestled next to the other tome. It was much shorter, but its hard cover was more colorful with streams of blue and purple thread embroidered into a moon and an image of a wolf. 

‘Moonpuppy’. It was a children’s book, the only one Shera had brought with her to King’s Landing when she arrived at age five. 

“Oh Gods,” Shera breathed, her fingertips skimming over the embroidery. It wasn’t the original binding of the book— the book was well loved into bits, to where the inner pages only remained at one point. Shera and Helaena had worked tirelessly for a whole moon trying to prise it back together. The princess embroidered the cover, trying to make it as close to the original as possible. 

Opening the book, she remembered they even made a title page, inked in their silly children’s handwriting. 

‘Moonpuppy, edition II. By Helaena Targaryen and Shera Stark.’

Shera wanted to cry. She sniffed, carefully going through the pages. “Helaena, how have you managed to make me cry twice now?” 

“Tears of happiness, my little wolf spider,” Hela whispered. “You should read it to Maelor. You were always better at the voices than I.”

“Oh, Hela— I… I don’t know if I can,” she whispered, heat coming to her ears. “It… hurts to speak for long and I cannot project… what if he cannot hear me?” 

“Even at two, he is a very good listener. He is nothing like his father in that regard.” 

Shera wiped away her tears and went to sit down. “Maelor, is this your favorite book?” 

“Mwoonpubby!” the toddler exclaimed, jumping to attention right away. 

“Do you know all the words? It’s been quite a while since I’ve read— I may need help remembering.” 

“Mumma reads it every night— can I be the pubby and you be the mwoon?” 

The strength of Shera’s smile almost hurt her face. “Of course.” 

She began her reading, her fingertips buzzing with elation and a strange sense of anxiety.

Once, long ago, there was a puppy. 

He lived in the bitter cold and was very small, but that was okay. He had a large family to keep him warm. 

His mumma and papa talked to the moon each night, encouraging him to do the same. 

‘I don’t know what to say.’ said the little pup. 

‘Whatever is in your heart, dearest. The moon will listen. She will always listen.’ His mumma soothed him, fiddling over his fur with her big tongue. 

One day, it was very dark. Usually, at night, they had the light of the moon. But it was gone this night, smothered in fog and clouds. 

The little pup whined, trudging in the snow. He was lost! He was lost and he couldn’t find his way back to his mumma. 

‘Mumma! Mumma!’ he howled to the sky, to the hidden stars, to the darkened moon. ‘Moon? Moon?’ 

Shera cleared her throat, feeling the pinch of her nerves creeping up on her. She wanted to finish it— she had to.

There was no answer. He was alone. 

He cried and cried for hours, so alone and so cold without his family to warm him. He missed his mumma so badly, he missed the moon. 

‘I don’t talk to you much,’ the pup said, muzzle to the sky. ‘I don’t have much to say usually. I am sorry.’ 

He shuffled his paws as he huddled under a low hanging ledge, out of the snow. It was still wet and he was cold, but it was better than nothing. 

He felt cold still, cold in his bones— 

A light shined down upon him, finally. The moon had broken through the fog. 

Her voice was so hoarse now, that nary a sound came out. Moongeist nuzzled his snout under her hand in a gesture to tell her to take it easy. 

She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t, her voice catching within the brambles of her inflamed vocal cords. 

“S’okay, auntie Shewa,” Maelor said, toddling up onto the couch and snuggling up to Shera without any reservation. “I can finish it, I know all the pawrts. Mumma gets tired too sometimes… so I finish the stowy.” 

He could see, he could see. ‘Oh, thank you, thank you!’ he howled and barked and yipped. 

‘You should talk to me more, little pup,’ the moon cooed, bathing him in her silver light. ‘My sweet little moonpuppy.’ 

His pack found him quickly, all piling near him to keep him warm. He snuggled into their furs, looking up at the sky. 

The moon was full that night, full and bright. 

“Auntie Shewa?” 

“Hm?” 

“Can I pet your woof?” 

Shera looked to Helaena and gave a nod.

“You have to be gentle, like with the bugs.” Helaena stepped in, saving Shera from further talking— to which she was grateful for. 

“Uh huh…” Maelor mumbled, dragging his chubby little hand over Moongeist’s fur in a gentle manner so unlike a toddler. “Soft.” 

Moongeist licked the boy’s head, cowlicking his white curls into one. He giggled with delight.

–

They all lunched together, Helaena insisting that they sit on the floor and eat with the children. They sat in a circle, the kids having their porridge. They each had different toppings, which felt so much like them.

Jaehaerys had cut up ham atop his, accompanied by a smattering of frizzled onions. 

Jaehaera, on the other hand, had pieces of stewed pumpkin atop hers, glazed with cinnamon and maple syrup. It had some roasted pumpkin seeds atop for crunch. She had more of a sweet tooth than her brother, it seemed.

Maelor had a smaller bowl with plain porridge and melted butter– he glanced at Shera’s plate, to which her and Helaena were both eating parboiled quail eggs, dipping their toasted bread in the yolk. 

“Mumma– want egg,” Maelor muttered, swirling his spoon in his porridge. 

“What kind of egg, darling?” Helaena asked.

“I want what Auntie Shewa has,” he continued. “Dippy egg.”

“Maera,” Helaena called to her handmaiden. “Can you please have the cooks whip up some dippy eggs for Maelor– and mayhaps a bone for Moongeist, too?” 

The thumping of a tail was heard as the wolf heard ‘bone’ and ‘Moongeist’ in the same sentence. He stayed near Shera, but also in close proximity to Maelor, who had become quite attached to the wolf very quickly. The toddler offered porridge from his spoon to him, who happily slurped up the food with a wagging tail. 

Soon enough, Maelor was devouring his dippy eggs with toast. Helaena leaned forward now, tracing little circles on the plush rug they sat upon. “It was supposed to be different, you know.” 

Shera blinked. “What was?”

“I was supposed to be betrothed to Jacaerys– before… Aegon,” she started, eyes glazed over and looking towards somewhere far away, somewhere not completely there. “It might have been nice. I don’t know.”

“... really? You and Jacaerys?” she raised a brow. She couldn’t imagine Alicent ever agreeing to such a thing.

“Mother wasn’t pleased. Father pushed and pushed but mother was stronger and pushed back. It was a flash in the pan, so to speak. I wish I knew where we would be now if she had agreed.” 

“You would be upon Dragonstone, Hela– with… Jace’s children, presumably,” Shera cringed inwardly at the thought– that would be her some day.

Helaena wrinkled her nose at the thought, seemingly agreeing with Shera’s sentiment. “For all his faults–” she got up then, tugging Shera to her feet and leading her to the open window. “Aegon is… good with the children. When he is here. I don’t… he isn’t my husband in feeling– but he is my brother. What are we, any of us– but beholden to the mistakes of our families. All of us.”

Shera stayed silent as they sat on the windowsill together, letting Helaena talk. It seemed like something she didn’t talk about much– if ever. 

“He got the worst of mother’s rage. It broke something in him. But I think there is something broken in all of us, even mother,” Helaena reached to the trellis, plucking a beetle that was hiding between two folded leaves. “All of her children are cursed in some way,” she lifted her periwinkle gaze to Shera then. “You are one of her children, too.” 

“... cursed,” she echoed. Yes, that seems about right.

“Will you survive?” the princess turned the conversation then. “Upon Dragonstone?”

“I don’t know.” she answered truthfully, talking in honesty about the betrothal to someone for the first time. She tried before with Cregan, but he didn’t listen. 

“You’ll have to take the reins, you know,” Helaena prattled on, staring at the beetle with her full, rapt attention. It was blue in color, gleaming like a sapphire jewel in the sunlight. “Take them and steer them. You’ll be the only one able to change it– the trees bleed, Shera– cut lip, punctured wood...”

Shera’s brow furrowed further. Helaena was known to descend into her ramblings– but something within her tingled at the words. She didn’t know what they meant, but it made her stomach churn. She felt the whoosh of air from outside the window, a cream colored blur in the edge of her vision. She didn’t hear it, only felt it and saw it, fleeting. It landed upon a spiked point of the keep, across the way from the window– but she couldn’t parse what it was. Shera blinked profusely, bringing her hands to her eyes and rubbing them. When she looked again, it was gone, mayhaps never even there. 

“Hold the beetle, Shera,” Hela hummed, offering the jewel colored insect to her. “You remember how to hold them?”

“Gentle,” she responded, voice so quiet that it was hardly even a whisper. The beetle crawled eagerly onto her palm, roving around slowly. 

“I need to clean up the children for naptime. Maera,” the princess called, hopping off of the window sill. She walked to the handmaiden, who was a head taller than Helaena. Her dark brown hair was braided in one long wisp, a few errant strands sticking to her forehead. She had tanned skin and dark eyes, with a curved nose. The handmaiden smiled to Helaena and they whispered to one another, clearly very familiar, before they disappeared toward the nursery.

Her surroundings blurred as she kept her attention on the beetle. It seemed so simple, so… calm, despite being in the palm of a would-be predator. The light reflected off of its blue colored carapice, the elytra buzzing ever so slightly. It wanted to stretch, the slight unfold of its wings captivating Shera. She wondered what it was like to fly– she had always refused Jacaerys when he asked her to join him atop Vermax. But if… if she were the one flying, she may not be so scared. Her shoulders rolled in tandem with the beetle, feeling a crack of her bones and the ghostly sensation of her own wings clawing out from them. 

The beetle’s antenna wriggled, its little claws digging into her palm, pulling itself along. It wanted to go, it wanted to fly. Leaning towards the window, she saw the great expanse of the sky, littered now with clouds. There was a little breeze now, ruffling the gentle film of the wings as they extended– they looked and felt broken when coming from their sutures, but straightened out quickly. Crawling closer, closer to the breeze, flitting upon it. Hovering now, legs dangling ever expertly. Regarding the indoors one last time– pushing forward into the open air, flight, flight, wisping upon the breeze… was this freedom? 

“Shera! Open your eyes!” 

The breeze died upon her face as she turned to see Helaena at her side, a few maids behind her looking terrified– Moongeist was whining at her feet. 

“Shera?” Helaena whispered now, her periwinkle eyes wide. “Are you alright?”

“... yes– um,” she glanced around nervously at the maids, who were now chittering amongst themselves. 

“Thank you, ladies– you may go now. I will call the maester myself if Shera falls ill again.” 

Ill? She was awake that entire time, she knew it– she was… focusing on the beetle… the beetle…

“Hela– where is the beetle?” 

“The beetle…” she breathed, looking over to the table. 

Shera looked to see an open lightbox, the beetle was in it. It was seized up, not moving. 

“It fell. Its thorax got torn on the windowsill– I will fix it before I pin it,” the princess sighed. “The breeze was too strong.”

“Is it dead?” 

“Yes.” 

Shera felt cold, a chill creeping at her back. “I should… I should get some rest, I think. M-much excitement for me today, I think.”

Helaena nodded.

–

Shera laid in bed, taking her dinner in her chambers. She felt… utterly exhausted. The day had been tumultuous, even without her… disassociating spell in Helaena’s chambers.

Her fingers roved over a book– it was something that was just left in her room for decoration and no real substance. Her eye strained as she tried to focus on the words. It was already hard enough to read with only one working eye, but with the content of this book being so boring, she couldn’t parse any of it at all. 

Knock, knock, knock. Three knocks rapt upon her door.

“I don’t need any tea,” she croaked out, unable to project her voice. She slipped out of her bed, adorned in her nightgown– it was fairly see-through, so she grabbed a blanket and slipped it over her head and body, snugging it close. She hated being caught without her veil on. “Please, come back in the morning.” she muttered as she opened the door, peeking her face out slightly.

“I’m afraid I cannot take no for an answer, Lady Stark,” Aemond hummed, standing before her in all his glory. He wasn’t dressed for bed– she wondered if he wore his riding and sparring leathers to bed, too. “I was tasked with delivering some… reading material to you.” 

Shera perked a brow inquisitively. “Reading material?” She hadn’t requested anything specific from the library.

“Can I come in?” 

Shera bit her lip. “Yes… I suppose…” she opened the door wider for him to come in as she scrambled to find a veil to wear. 

“No need for that. I won’t look if it makes you uncomfortable.” he said, his tone a bit softer than usual. He had two books in his hands as he looked around the room. 

“I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable,” Shera grunted, a bit indignantly. His words from the dinner still echoed in her head. Mayhaps it's a mangled mess under there. She remembered him laughing at her earlier in the day when her veil had slipped slightly. Her cheeks burned as she pulled the blanket taut around her, facing away from him. 

“I’m sure I’ve seen worse,” he said flatly, putting the books down on the side table next to the chaise. “But, out of respect, I won’t look.” 

She was sure he meant it as a way to soothe her worry, but she couldn’t help but feel tears start to form. Hastily, she wiped them away. “What was so important that this… delivery couldn’t wait until morn?” she glanced at him, her eyes stinging. “And why you?” she added, her punctuation of you a bit more harsh than she intended. 

Aemond’s brow knit as he regarded her. He said he wouldn’t look, the liar. 

She whipped in the opposite direction quickly. 

“Helaena asked me to deliver you this… and I had one to give you as well. Think of it as a betrothal gift.” he muttered, beginning to walk the room as if he wasn’t an intruder. Well, she had invited him in. 

Moongeist was snoozing on the bed, belly up. His legs twitched in the air as he whimpered softly from dreaming. Aemond stared at him. “This is your valiant protector? He is sleeping on the job.” 

“He deserves rest— you aren’t a threat to me, Aemond. He senses that,” she replied. Not a threat physically, at least. You’re a predator to my mind. 

“Hm,” he hummed, walking to the table where she still had two honey walnut cakes sitting out. “You enjoyed them, I take it?” 

“What?”

“The cakes. I had a maid bring them to you this morn.” 

“Oh– it was you,” she murmured, the tips of her ears flushing under the implication. “... thank you. It… helped.” 

“You were… distressed– these always used to cheer you up.”

Shera let out a tentative breath. He had thought of her– and remembered her favorite sweet? And… cared enough to have them brought to her. Maybe… maybe he didn’t loathe her so. “They were… very good,” she continued, letting a smile come to her face. It felt strange to smile around Aemond after so long.

“Yes, the cook who made them still works in the kitchens,” he picked up one, taking a bite. He had liked them as well, but his favorite had always been blueberry scones. “She surprisingly hasn’t kicked the bucket yet– still working away down there, at seventy-five. Mother offered her retirement and a nice hole in the wall shack near the wharf. She refused, adamant to work until she died.” he made a noise of surprise at the taste. “Still good.” 

“I’m surprised you remembered, Aemond,” she walked closer then, making sure to snatch the last one off of the plate before he decided to take it, too. She took a bite, the honey sticking to her fingers.

“I remember a lot, Shera,” he pulled out a chair and took a seat. Why was he staying?

 Her heart stopped momentarily as he said her name. She buried herself further into the pastry to hide her red cheeks. “Memories are a plague,” she grumbled, pulling up her legs to her chest after she settled into the chair next to him. 

“That they are, most of them are. A festering, decrepit reminder of… things best left forgotten. However,” he leaned forward then, his thumb cleaning off a drip of errant honey from the corner of her mouth. “I do remember, you were always a messy eater. Some things don’t change, do they?”

She shivered as he touched her with such… gentleness he hadn’t displayed at all since she’s been back. It was a glimpse into the boy he used to be– he was still there, deep down. She almost choked on the rest of her cake, putting it down on the plate as she quietly licked her fingers, trying to distract herself. “... no, some things don’t change.” 

“The book weren’t the only reason I came– Helaena asked me to ask you if you would like to come on a picnic to the Kingswood tomorrow. With Aegon, the children, Helaena and I. She told me that… Maelor required you bring Moongeist.” 

Shera stared at him for a long moment, her eyes wide and owlish. The blanket slipped from her head slightly as she leaned forward, snatching the remainder of Aemond’s honey walnut cake from his fingers. “I suppose– as long as there are more cakes,” she hummed, feeling a slightly giddy sensation tingle down her spine as she devoured the rest. “How on earth did you manage to get Aegon to agree?” 

“I promised that there would be wine,” he watched, his violet eye roving her face unabashedly as she finished the pilfered sweet. 

“And?” 

“And… mayhaps I threatened to pay all the brothels off to not service him any longer if he did not attend.” 

–

Aemond left soon after, bidding her goodnight in a very stiff and still… somewhat cold in manner. But he was trying– she could see that. 

Before tucking back into bed, she looked to see the books he had left for her.

One was the copy of ‘Moonpuppy’ that she had read earlier that day.

The other, the supposed ‘gift’ from Aemond, was a well-worn, well-loved copy of the old folk hero ‘Symeon Star-Eyes’. Upon opening the cover and flitting through the pages, she saw many notes and footnotes on each page– it was Aemond’s handwriting. He had left his thoughts on each page– as she descended through the book, his handwriting changed and evolved. It started off very shaky and tenuous, but as she scanned through the end of the tome, it was confident and sophisticated. He had annotated this copy for years, his handwriting and views on the text changing with each year. Flipping back to the front, she looked at the date.

It was dated five moons after the Driftmark incident. Then, opening the back– it was dated a fortnight ago. He had written, noted, and journaled in this book for ten years.

Why did he give this to her?

[rzyraffek]

Platonic yandere yautja x human child reader

Aww dad yautja😊 I didn't write for yautjas in months!! Hopefully u enjoy it!! Also i used they/them for kid. No tw, only cuteness and wholesome dad figure yautja👹 request open

Dad yautja with human kid

Bro is confused ??? Tf??? Why is there a child here??

He either found them abandoned in middle of nowhere or accidentally killed their perents, by 'accidentaly' i mean ofc he wanted to kill them he just didn't know there was a child nearby and now he feels bad

Kinda finds human pups ugly😭 why are you so smol and loud wtf

Dad!yautja after he kinda adopts y/n he gets too overprotective! Like dude won't leave their side at all, especially when you guys are outside; dude will pick them up and just carry around.

Can't cook to save his life, he kinda set kitchen on fire. And humans cant eat raw meat, so now you are on fruit diet for now (and veggies)

Had this parental instinct to teach them everything, how to shoot, find food, basic self-defence, overall taking good care of themselfs. But he kinda likes that he has to provide for them, it gives him control yknow

When he carries them around everywhere! He acually lets them sit on his shoulders or just hang on his neck😓😍

Cant say no to those cute big eyes! Yes he will let them 'decorate' his armor (with glitter and stickers) and he will let them paint his nails and he will lisen to them gossip about their friends.

If his kid is a little artist and walks up to him and says "papa i drew you!" He does not care that he looks like a lizard nor that they didn't color it perfectly. Dude is purring, picking y/n up and he carries this drawing in pocket everywhere

Other yautjas say that he spoils them, but he disagrees! Your a HUMAN baby, i mean yeah your basically one of yautjas now but!!! Your tiny! And your skin is so squishy!!!

He had to learn how to comb their hair cuz at some point y/n simply refused to cut it (me too lil guy) and he respects them so much he won't just do something against them

Kinda wishes he could understand human body language more

Also about body language i can imagine kid just kinda mimicing yatuja body language and habits. Like dad!yatuja will say "child please go to bed its late" the kid will just angry respond with a hiss👹 "hsssss👽🦎" "?????" If yaujtas had eyebrows, he would rise them

If y/n is a girl, and she has her first period? Dude panics! HUHH WHAT BLOOD??? FROM WHERE!?? UHHHH????

Dude tries to be a perfect father figure, he tries to have similar intrests with his kid so they can connect more, but if y/n is totally not into hunting, collecting, nature themed stuff, Yautja is more than happy to catch up with whatever teens are into this days, but he will judge the hell out of tv shows (if they watch any)

I kinda forgot it suppose to be yandere so it turned out to be just wholesome im so sorry

Understands that kid needs privacy but he will just go invisible mode and lurk in shadows! Like what if somone attacks you??? Or worse! What if you meet some humans that he doenst like??? What if they will tell y/n all lies about what 'bad war crimes' he commited and what 'murderous' his kind is!! Those are lies pls dont lisen to humans

No boy/girlfriends!!! Nuh uh!! Your his little baby you cant go doing all those... things... with some human. ugh! this person probably can't even hunt for you!! Or give you nice treasures!! Or build a pretty nest!! Why would you like them my child?? Look at all those trophies i gathered for all those years! You should stay here!

He loves the fact that he lives in some wild ass jungle and y/n cant leave him due to all those dangers around, plus he loves that y/n will always stay tiny(in comparison obviously) and weak so be basically needs to provide for them! Right???

I used x reader tags ONLY to reach bigger audience

[bunnyreaper]

C, D,J,K,W for owner Soap pls 🥺🥺🥺

aaaaaah coming right up!

cum - johnny loves seeing his cum in your mouth, but especially loves have you stick out your tongue while it's still in your mouth so you drool it all down your chin and neck, and it drips onto your breasts. (he'll scoop it up and make you suck it off of his fingers, and if he's feeling a bit mean he'll tease you for being a slobbering little pup)

dirty secret - after your first date, he totally drew you in his dream collar for you, scribbled it down in his little notebook and keeps coming back to look at it. he knows he needs to be patient before he can collar you, so this settles his nerves. draws several variations whenever he's feeling super antsy--different poses, different collars, even puts himself in the drawing holding the leash!!

jack off - every! dang! day! but especially the nights when you talk long. he's painfully hard the entire time but refuses to do anything about it so he can stay calm and in control, can tease you for as long as he likes without worrying about staving off his own release. after every phone call he has to go rub one out now. lasts less than a minute thinking about everything you said on the call that drove him wild. sometimes they'll come to him in the middle of the day too and he'll have to get off.

kinks - besides the petplay sksks. definitely an exhibitionist, would love to show his obedient little pet off to others, but would NEVER share you, especially with strangers. i think he'd love to make an anonymous onlyfans for the two of you so everyone can see how good you are JUST for him! is your no1 fan and hypes you up in the comments in response to the fans!

wildcard - went through a brief phase where he was a pup, bcs ofc he did, but he realised he's much suited to being an owner instead, one that lets out their animal side too!!

[ghoulangerlee]

hold me tight i need you to find that everywhere you go ill be close behind ; rulti

things have been rough for me but ofc when @mac-and-thefox asked if i could write some rulti sweetness I of course had to jump on that one :)

it's just a sweet little bit of fluff, a little date to a hotspring set vaguely post imperatour though the focus is solely on Rain and Swiss <3

(oh also like, Swiss calls Rain 'pup' once, but it's not like. petplay, its just an affectionate nickname bc baby sharks are called...pups. just a heads up on that!)

title from the home team's sails

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Rain looks entirely too pleased with himself as he leads Swiss down along a somewhat unstable path through the forest—it's cold out, the two of them bundled up in thick coats and beanies; it’s not Swiss’s first choice in date activity—being outside when they could be inside by the fire staying warm, but he’s not complaining.  

Not when he can admire the pink flush on Rain’s cheeks, the softness he exudes as he links their fingers together—he's quiet but that’s nothing new, the soft hum in the back of Swiss’s mind, the steady presence of him against their bond. He hadn’t said much about what they were doing out here, but Swiss also hadn’t quite pressed because any time he gets to spend with Rain, especially alone, was something he would gladly cherish.  

The path gives way to dirt and the smile on Rain’s face grows—a burst of affection travels through their bond like a firm hug and as if giddy with it, Rain tugs on Swiss’s hand, urging him faster through the thicket of trees.  

Silence stretches between them, the ground covered in a white blanket of snow and Swiss almost wants to ask where they’re going, what could be out this far, but he doesn’t want to ruin the easiness of the moment, the way Rain seems to urge them faster and faster until the two of them are jogging, bursts of warm breath fogging the air in front of their mouths.  

If he could, Swiss thinks that Rain would be giggling aloud now as he hurries the two of them deeper into the woods—they dodge several clusters of trees and some hearty shrubs, the static of Rain’s excitement growing louder and more encompassing.  

And then, he smells it, the thickness of sulfur mixed with wetness beyond the snow as Rain tugs Swiss to a stop in a clearing—a large pool of steaming water, the air no longer cold and frigid but warm and pleasant.  

Rain’s smiling—sharp teeth on display as he crowds into Swiss’s space, tugging at the scarf wrapped around his neck and unfurling it, gloved fingers clumsy as they undo buttons on his jacket. It takes Swiss a few moments to catch up, but he’s quick to help, tugging his own gloves off with his teeth before his bare hands start divesting Rain of his own clothes.  

When they’re stripped down—Rain wholly unglamoured now, the thin webbing along his arms, between his fingers and toes all glittering in the sunlight coming through the trees—he reaches out for Swiss, drawing him in close for a sweet kiss.  

As Swiss tips down to meet him, their lips pressing dryly together for a moment, he can’t help the curl of happiness that scuttles along their bond, his hands resting just under Rain’s ribs—he almost wants to stay right there, kissing sweetly as the thick muggy air surrounds them.  

Rain has other ideas though and pulls away from the kiss, a sort of bashful smile on his lips now as he pulls Swiss towards the edge of the hot springs, first helping him down into the water before he lowers himself in.  

Swiss finds a place to sit, sinking back against the edge as he watches Rain sink into the water in front of him until all he can see is his eyes, fondness coursing through him as he watches them flutter closed in contentment.  

Rain slips further into the water, disappearing completely and coming back up much closer than before, bullying his way between Swiss’s legs until he can press their chests together, pillowing his head on the curve of his shoulder.  

A sigh, long and drawn out, silent, but it makes Swiss smile, bring his hand up and curl his fingers through Rain’s hair, shaggy and chin length strands already drying despite having been submerged not too long ago—the silence stretches on between them for a bit longer and then— 

“Where’d you find a place like this?” Swiss mumbles, “We’ve been gone for months, pup,” he scratches blunt nails against Rain’s scalp, knowing if the water ghoul could purr, he would be.  

He feels Rain smile against his shoulder, press a kiss there, his voice coming through their bond, soft and gentle, Mountain mentioned it in passing and I got us here through scent, thought it’d be nice to come out here with you and relax—just us.  

Swiss hums, turns his head and presses a kiss to the side of Rain’s, rests them together for a moment as his eyes close, “This is nice, you’re too good for me,” he murmurs, a sort of shyness in his voice as he says it. “Love the others, but I think the one thing I hate the most about touring is that I don’t get to have just you close like this all the time.”  

There’s laughter, soft and happy, the sound echoing in his mind as Rain nuzzles closer to him, You and Aeon got awful close on tour, he teases, though there’s no malice in it, nothing sour in his scent—a joke.  

“Oh babe, just a little harmless fun, I’ll admit the new guy is cute, but he’ll never be my number one like you are,” Swiss says entirely too sincere to be a joke, a giddy sort of grin on his face as he wraps an arm around Rain to keep him from floating away, to keep him close, “You know I’ll always love you first,” he says a little bit later, soft against the shell of Rain’s ear, a solemn promise.  

Things are quiet then, and Rain contemplates something for a long moment before squirming a bit, working a hand between his and Swiss’s chests—and curiously, Swiss watches him, lifts his head so he can peer down as Rain pulls free the cord tied around his throat.  

In the center of the cord, there’s a piece of sea glass wrapped haphazardly in nearly transparent—it shines when the mid-afternoon sunlight catches it and casts a rainbow of color upon the water’s surface.  

Let me court you, Rain’s voice says, heavy with determination and the slightest bit shaky, as if afraid that Swiss would say no—and Swiss, he grins wide and cups Rain’s face in his hands, pulls him into a kiss as delicate as ever as the sea glass is cradled between the two of them for several long moments.  

“Yes,” Swiss says when they part, his darker skin flushed with happiness, with heat, with love, lowering his head so Rain can secure the cord closed behind his neck—it hangs somewhat crookedly in the center of his chest, the sun catching on it and casting a plethora of color across his skin—he feels giddy as he looks at it. “I love you so much,” he says, voice thick with emotion.  

Rain smiles again, brilliant and happy and shuffles close to him again, wrapping his arms around Swiss’s waist and settling in his lap, I love you too, he projects into his mind, along with an image of the two of them, tangled together in the most intrinsic of ways, the very fiber of their beings intertwined as one.  

[infwctednyacifier]

💰⋆｡ 🍽 ₊˚ 🚪˚. DUO, MINECRAFT = VAMP PUP KOKICHI COVEN – ALTER PACK

Got bored and remembered that ✨🎀 is gonna request a subsystem so here’s a start to it, ig???? Two for Kokichi's Minecraft autism

Names – Cookie „ Duke „ Hoover „ Pickle „ Buttercup „ Bubba

Nicknames – Coco „ Butter

Age – mid 20’s

Pronouns – he / him „ oink / oink's „ hoof / hoof's „ mud / mud's „ gold / gold's „ shiny / shiny's

Gender – cisboy „ piggender „ kingpiggender „ gemgender „ mongender

Terms – boy „ pig

Orientation – androsexual „ Achillean „ gay „ polyamorous

Personality – serious „ aggressive „ introverted „ hostile „ easily flustered

Role – physical protector

Species – Piglin ( brute )

Source – Minecraft

Emojis –  💰 „ 👑 „ 🥇 „ 🐷 „ 🪓 „ 💢

Extra – Might be a subsystem??? Idk, maybe he'd split some other piglins / other Nether mobs or Kokichi would feel bad and form them so he wouldn't be lonely. Obv chubby!!!! #1 strongfat piglin truther + he secretly is a MASTER chef but is insecure about his cooking skills and pls just compliment his cooking and he'll cook for his friends and partners!!!!! Also loves liminal spaces because they make him feel weirdly nostalgic and comfortable and most likely will build his own little town if he's given his own space in headspace and the proper materials and assistance .

Example message – I'm Cookie, I use he/oink/hoof/mud/gold/shiny. I'm part of Kokichi's Coven. I don't exactly like talking to people and prefer to be by myself.

Likes – gold „ his partners „ eating „ adventures „ his town

Dislikes – jealousy „ failure „ lacking gold „ being insulted / tricked „ players

Faceclaims –

Names – The Knocker „ The Watcher „ Marshmallow „ Strawberry „ Echo „ Dizzy

Nicknames – Marsh „ Mallow „ Berry

Age – ageless

Pronouns – he / him „ it / it's „ woof / woof's „ paw / paw's „ eye / eye's „ watch / watch's „ shadow / shadow's „ dark / dark's „ void / void's „ cute / cute's „ sugar / sugar's „ bow / bow's „ ribbon / ribbon's „ lace / lace's

Gender – cisboy „ boything „ pupgender „ cutecoregender „ liminalgender „ analogender „ backroomic

Terms – boy „ thing „ pup

Orientation – androsexual „ hypersexual „ polyamorous

Personality – silly „ weird „ creepy „ airheaded at times „ joyous and full of whimsy

Role – hypersexuality holder ( if system is hypersexual )

Species – ??? ( Guy?? I don't fucking know )

Source – The Knocker horror mod

Emojis – 👁��� „ 🚪 „ 🏠 „ 🍟 „ 🍔 „ 🎀

Extra – 100% weirdcore-cutecore aesthetic . Loves colorful bracelets „ necklaces „ and hair clips and wears a bunch + ofc a lot of pink and lighter colors . #1 Sanrio & Backrooms fan „ don't forget it 🙄🙄 Also draws a lot of Backrooms-Sanrio crossover fanart!! Probably has a Sanriosona of his own!!!!

Example message – Haiiiii!!!! I'm The Knocker n I use he/it/woof/paw/eye/watch/shadow/dark/void/cute/sugar/bow/ribbon/lace!!!!!! am going to watch u :3

Likes – his partners „ Sanrio „ Minecraft horror „ other dogs „ eating

Dislikes – aggression „ not being let in „ heat „ not having money „ cats

Faceclaims –

[glamour-sstar]

Edward Hyde hc

He likes dark chocolate

He can play piano

He sings to you when your asleep and he’s awake

He often hums small love songs as he walks down the street by himself

He is a very possessive and clingy man, like if you two are sitting in a public place he will put his arm around you, or if you are walking by him he will link arms around you

He Adores when you boss him around, it is immediately followed my a “ofc my dear” or a yes ma’am”

Very charming man (by charming I mean playful bullying)

He likes giving you kisses when your in public (small ones like on the cheek or forehead

He will drag you out to nightly adventures (that can mean a plethora of things, like either he takes you to the pup just so you both can drink a little or going to the opera with you, maybe even a midnight walk)

He’s murderous and violent when someone looks at you for a little bit to long (you help him clean up)

Your the only thing that can calm him down

RICH he spoils you with everything and anything if you want it it’s yours

He cares and even though he never says “I love you” but he makes sure you know three actions like cuddling

CUDDLES YOU TO SLEEP

He loves the feeling of you next to him so he has his hands on you always

He will run you baths with the whole works

PRINCESS TREATMENT

When you get into arguments he’s always calm and rational but only with you

If you guys need time apart he will give you a kiss on the forehead and tell you he loves you before he exits to his study to calm down

He has rich brown eyes with golden spots in them

He can tango like no one’s business he would teach you

A king of the “underground” of london everyone knows not to mess with him

BIG GRAND GESTURES

Cups your face when he kisses you

Kisses with a lot of tongue like A LOT

He’s very respectful of boundaries

Kisses your hand and does the kiss up arm thing like Gomez Adams

Grabs your waist A LOT

he gives “I will flustered my partner in any and every way I can but in a way where no one but you knows”

Will use nicknames but his favorites are: “pet” “my dear” “my vixen” “darling” “honey pie” “mine” “dolly”

When you are alone he licks your ear when your not giving him the attention he wants followed by neck kisses, and caressing your waist drawing circles, “now I see I have your attention my dear” followed my a kiss on the cheek

A big baby for you

[ferelbasta]

What the dog doin?

Idk if anyone remembers from my last blog or over on twitter but I absolutely ADORE Jinmenken ( aka Manjimutt) with all my heart and HATE how the anime treated this pupper. He is my top favorite Yokai and biggest comfort character too, he literally means so much to me 🥺

It’s been a real long time since I last drew him so I decided to draw him a bit to get back used to drawing him again. I then decided to him with Fumika’s ( Katie’s ) dad since I actually have this huge AU where Fumi actually got the watch instead of Keita ( Nate ) and in the part of the story where she incounters Jinmenken, I see befriending him and after some more stuff happening he ends up at her house and her folks end up seeing him, but as a kinda “ugly” dog instead of a human thanks to a special collar for dog Yokai. It’s a lot to explain so I’ll ofc go into more detail later, but for now I can say that after Fumi explains that she “found” Jinmenken needing help, she decided to help the pup until her and her parents found his actual owner. The mom is fine with this but the dad just bonds with Jinmenken fast and the two become inseparable ^^;; Again there are details missing but I will explain better later <:3

But yeah! Just some really cute doodles of this adorable puppy 🥹

[caninekidd0]

Hi! You can call me Pup, kid, or kiddo! ໒꒰ྀིฅ́˘ฅ̀꒱ྀིა

I'm 21 and use they/he/she pronouns. I am genderqueer, bisexual, and on the asexual spectrum.

Sfw and nsfw little and pet regressor! (Won't be talking about the sfw stuff since this is a kink blog ofc ofc)

I am autistic and have severe anxiety, so if you dm me and I don't answer, it's bc I'm not very good at holding conversations, but I'm always down to talking with a moot! I'm always looking for friends!!

I like sanrio, kid cartoons, reading and drawing! I collect build a bears and figures. I love to cosplay and be silly in my fursuit!!!

I work a lot, so I may not be active a lot, so if you message me or send an ask, please be patient <33

Read below to see my rules and dni information!

- rules -

Dms open to moots only! Asks open for everyone <3

Be respectful and kind to everyone here I don't tolerate harassment of any kind and I dont hesitate to block ໒꒰ྀིฅ́˘ฅ̀꒱ྀིა

- DNI -

What does interacting look like?

Liking, commenting, and reblogging are all forms of interaction

Minors are absolutely not allowed

No blank accounts or people with no age in their profiles

Ed blogs/feeders/sh blogs, etc. I do not want to see that

Sfw only blogs- I won't interact with you and you don't interact with me to keep everyone safe

Terfs, transphobes, racists, etc I hate you all go away ♡

If you use sfw AND nsfw tags in your posts- I do not support cross tagging AT ALL you can potentially expose someone in a vulnerable state to something they shouldn't be seeing <3

- stuff I like <3 -

Hard kinks including but not limited to:

Fauxcest, puppy play, cnc, intox, referring to partner as dad/daddy/dada, also love mommies! corruption, agepl4y, pull ups, wetting, and praise praise praise!!!!

Everything is between consenting adults. Play should be safe, sane, and consensual!!

- Limits -

Scat, medical play, needles, threesomes, vomit (all hard limits)

- MY TAGS -

🐾pup speaks🐾- I talk at all

🐾pup reblogs🐾- self explanatory

🐾pup answers!🐾- answering asks

🐾pups psa's🐾- non kinky, non horny important things

💞moot time💞- any time I reblog/interact with my amazing lovely mutuals whom I love (/platonic)

[the-forgotten-sunfish]

15 Tags 15 Mutuals

Thank you @toribookworm22 for the tag. I've been waiting for the right time to answer. So, let's go!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am, actually. My parents named me in honor of my late brother. With the mix of my mother's name and his, my name was born.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Ohh. Tough question. Actually it was this week. With so much going on, last week proved to be quite overwhelming; it eventually caught up to me about three days ago.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope lol

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Is it even possible not to?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The way the speak, I think. Especially if I'm meeting them for the first time. If it's someone I know, then there's that and their clothing.

6. What's your eye color?

Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Surprisingly, a mix of both. I do enjoy happy endings more though. I've been a lot more open to thrillers lately, however. Depends of my mood lol

8. Any special talents?

I guess being able to see figures from random spots and smudges. It's fun and very useful to create ideas. I am also very good when it comes to psychologically analyzing people. Doesn't always work lol but yep.

9. Where were you born?

I was born by Yucatan, Mexico 🇲🇽

10. What are your hobbies?

I enjoy writing ofc, drawing and doodling too. I also enjoy singing, albeit not the best voice, but music is just...well music. For some time I was into design too. Both graphic and interior design.

11. Have you any pets?

I do. A small 2-year-old pup named Lucky. Love the energetic fuzzball.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to do both swimming and TKD. Still kind of practice the latter every now and then.

13. How tall are you?

LOL I'm about 1.5 m, which is the equivalent to 4'9" approx. I know, I know, I'm a short lad.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Biology always won for me, as did Language Arts and Literature. Then I loved the workshops (basically art class) even more. Civics was also awesome too (debates turned out to be really cool). Currently and so far, I've been able to enjoy Phylosophy.

15. Dream job?

I'd love to be able to get into acting though; not precisely big time TV acting lol, but rather theater would be really awesome. Aside from art, education or psychology really call out to me as well.

No pressure tagging: @goldenempress @queenofimaginedworlds @writersandpoetsunited @bookmarks-reviews @sparrowrising @witchmd13 @sunfish-supremacy @cheezbot @cursedmerlinedits @euphoniouspandemonium @jennywebbyart @dalazygamerneko @minutiaewriter @cheezbot @meepeepbleep

[daincrediblegg]

since you mentioned dogs, any soft werewolf!bruno thoughts?

WEREWOLF!BRUNO HEADCANONS

a/n: my friend I was about to set down some pup play hc's but had to put it on pause because... werewolf bruno now has me in a chokehold

I mean first??? MAN IMAGINE HOW MUCH WORSE IT WOULD BE FOR HIM IF HE WAS A WEREWOLF I MEAN THE VILLAGE ALREADY OSTRACIZES HIM ANYWAY!!!! Imagine how much worse it'd be???

I mean now not only do his visions suck and bring bad tidings and bad luck... but he's also DANGEROUS to boot. Everyone is legitimately TERRIFIED of the wolf!!! Everyone.

But... but the truth??? Even when he turns he's just a big puppy. He never hurts anyone. Never. He's not allowed to stay in the house when he transforms because he's not trusted even there but man he could and should because he's literally never hurt anyone.

But I mean... his eyes reflect green when he's in wolf form, which naturally scares the piss out of people

And the worst he's done while transformed really is maybe steal some chorizo from the butcher shop bc he got hungry or whatever. He's literally harmless.

Like honestly? Nothing changes about his demeanor in wolf form other than it's painful when it happens and ofc he writhes in pain from it but once he's in wolf form he's fine.

He'd literally spend the entirety of the night transformed up on a couch with you, head in your lap, happy to just receive pets and skritches behind his ears until he transforms back in the morning

Probably looks a bit like Balto when transformed with like maybe a slightly wavier coat. (oh fuck me am I going to try and draw this later??? yes. yes I am.)

DEFINITELY HAS FLEAS BECAUSE ALSO THE RATS STILL HANG OUT WITH HIM WHEN HE'S TRANSFORMED. HE PROTECTS THEM FROM MOUSER CATS IN THE ENCANTO AND THEY LOVE AND TRUST HIM!!!!

Like also that's the only time you might ever see him snarl or bark or take a fighting stance is when he's defending his rats.

LIKE LITERALLY OTHER THAN THAT HE'S JUST THE BIGGEST SWEETEST FLUFFIEST PUPPY YOU'VE EVER SEEN AND EVERYONE HAS IT WRONG ABOUT HIM AND I WILL DEFEND HIM WITH MY LIFE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[babymilkawa]

Sorry if this has already been rone but- could I get Bakugou, Todoroki, Denki and Izuku (separately) with a non-binary s/o who’s quirk is based off of a hyena? They have splotches of lighter skintone on them, freckles, laugh like a hyena, have sharp teeth and eyes like them? And a tail + ears? S/o is really chaotic, they live by the motto “I’ll try anything once,” and are overall very likable yet funky? Extra points if the boys see them in their hero outfit (which is something a little showey💕

-🧸

this is rly interesting anon!!

hyena quirk headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

gn!reader :)

bakugou katsuki

so at first he was definitely ticked off by how different u were

tbh u kinda reminded him of Mina with ur personality

But he thought ur appearance was very cool

later on in ur relationship, you’d always feel him tracing the shapes of the splotches on ur skin, or softly scratching the space behind ur ears

he thought u looked so badass with those teeth though

u were wild but you weren’t careless

your attacks were precise and carefully planned during practice and he definitely noticed

even before u guys started dating, bakugou had already known almost everything about you just by observing

he noticed how your ears perked up easily

whether it’s excitement or during training

he loved watching how your pupils would dilate and how completely focused you’d look when on the battle field but if you’re just chilling?

your whole body is relaxed

oh and his favorite, favorite part is that if he teases you about things and you deny it, your tail will give it away

like your first kiss for example

he pulled away and with the smuggest grin he said, “not bad, right?”

you had rolled your eyes and looked away, unaware that the tip of your tail was rapidly moving side to side

Usually he’ll point you out

but after that kiss, he was dazed himself, so caught up on the feeling of ur lips, he didn’t even bother telling u that ur tail was betraying its owner

and the first time he saw ur hero costume? oh my g a w d man had to look away

cos damn what r u looking so good for 

literally has to slap himself when no one’s watching so he can focus on the task

todoroki shoto

so your personality is very different than his

knowing this, you sometimes try to catch him off guard by like fake pouncing on him 

but he never flinches or anything

never does

he prolly already knows ur planning this on the other side of the room smh

todoroki generally doesn’t have a playful side to him but when he’s noticing that you’re being more jumpy than usual he’ll join you cuz why not

but ofc it’s awkward at first

he doesn’t know how to have fun fun

he doesn’t understand ur impulsive decisions which happens a lot

for example, if you’ve accidentally had one sip of caffeine at 6 in the evening, you’re wide awake at 2 am and preparing to rearrange the furniture in ur dorm

he’s right below you, luckily, so he’ll hear all the noise and show up to ur dorm like “why?”

and you’ve got the same answer each time, “why not?”

he figures that he won’t be able to go back to sleep anyways so he helps you move the furniture

one thing that’s great is that he can instantly read your emotion or energy level from your tail

like if you’ve still got to move your night stand, but your tail is starting to droop, he’ll just drag you to bed

he’s tired too and he loves your cuddles even if ur ears tickle his chin a little excuse to be little spoon? I think yes

midoriya Izuku

your energy s c a r e s him sometimes

being ur partner during training will literally keep him fully alert, for you

but you’re a great partner, you can just be a little reckless sometimes

he soon learns that even if you dive right into the action, you don’t act without thinking

before you guys are even together, he’s already got your whole quirk analysis down in his notebook 

he’ll ask you questions about whether your tail gets in the way or whether your ears help during training and all

sometimes if you guys are just chilling, you’ll catch him staring at you

one day you ask him and he just goes like “no you just look really cool. I hope I'm not being weird though! I don’t mean to!”

“you’re my bf you can stare at me all you want Izuku”

one time, you were sitting down with your friends playing a card game and he was walking by behind you

but suddenly your tail just unconsciously swept the floor and he stepped on it, making you cry out in pain

he felt soooo bad

oml

doesn’t know how to help make it better so he just keeps on apologizing

if it was anybody else, you would’ve pounced on them but he looks genuinely guilty

so lets not make it worse :)

at first, seeing you smile would give him mixed emotions

like you’d go up to his face and flash your teeth and he’d start sweating buckets

you looked adorable don’t get me wrong

but you also looked a little...menacing

kinda like himiko

after a while he got used to it, knowing that you were a really kind person at heart

but since you can be a little wild and you like to have fun, you'll just graze his shoulder or neck with your skin to feel him shiver

you won’t put any pressure that’ll draw blood but it’s fun to hear him whimper 👀

the first time he saw ur hero costume, he start stuttering random nonsense lmAo

“y-y-y/n, wow, uhhh” sweat sweat sweat

yea he’s prolly not gonna get used to that hahHha

kaminari denki

this boy matches your energy

your always paired up with him during training cos you guys make the best team

like you’re there to keep him from making irrational decisions but you also ignite the fire and make sure the two of you make the most out of the time

even if you guys fail the mission sometime, you always come out laughing and developing new inside jokes

sometimes if you’re laughing, he’ll just turn to look at you with the biggest smile

and admires your tail wagging like a little pup and your teeth glistening under the ceiling lights

he is all up for your impulsive decision making

your #1 supporter

“oh? you wanna have fireworks in the field? me too! let’s go!”

pulls out 20 packs from under his bed

you two hold the best parties ever

and sometimes Iida gets on ur nerves but denki’s there to politely ask him to not be a party pooper and that the door is wide open 👀🚪

y’all get in trouble with Aizawa all the time 

like by now, he’s sick of y'all LMAOOO

someone told him that there’s a hole in the vending machine?

“y/n, Kaminari, come here”

but they weren’t even snitching on you two but it’s sooo obvious who did it hahaha

a lot of running around in the hallways and chasing each other

your so much faster than he is but he loves hearing your laugh echo the place

he clings on to you a lot cos ur soft

he’s usually the little spoon change my mind no u can't but when ur exhausted and all out of energy, he’s there to scratch your back or behind your ears, loving the way your tail wags in your sleep

you guys growl at each other

like playfully but it happens a lot

Midoriya walked in one time and lowk thought a fight was about to break down, tryna separate the two of you

you have an actual growl and a fake cute one, guess which one he likes ;))

a/n: aaah this was so fun to write!! thank you for requesting <33

bnha masterlist

[unexaltedonewhoisnotking]

don’t be shy broski drop the sona lore :)))

 i love you for asking this sm 💜 tbf I’m still ironing it out a bit but

They get mutated while on a trip to Long Island. As a ✨fun✨ bonus due to the fact that the most recent animal they came into contact with was an insect, their mutation involves essentially moulting the human skin :) because why not have the added horror of seeing your own shedded skin on top of the regular pain of mutation and distress of suddenly not being human

Winds up fleeing, half running and half flying, from the friends/family also on the trip just as they see… that and understandably freak out about it. She’s fortunate enough to encounter Todd, and he’s able to calm her down with lemonade and the point that hey, he’s a mutant too! He gets it! Feeling unable to go back to those who know her in this form, but somewhat more content in knowing she’s not alone in the whole mutant thing, she winds up staying in the states and working at the Puppy Rescue (and I have some ideas for drawings of interactions with Todd and the pups ofc :D just need to get around to putting them to paper)

Once she learns about how there are more mutants in the city though (and once she’s become more comfortable with being one, and figured out flight) she winds up spending quite a bit more time there instead, wanting to get to know others in the same kind of situation. And uhh well, a lot of the human born mutant characters are villains, so when those are the people you surround yourself with… it’s really easy to justify merely stealing money and toys for the puppy rescue when you know a guy who was willing to disappear a whole school��s worth of people. She hopes Todd doesn’t pick up on it and doesn’t mention the others because surely he’d be so disappointed to hear what circles she’s running in (doesn’t know about his casual involvement in the Evil League of Mutants)

(Would like to get along with Repo Mantis, but - aside from his bad attitude - this man does eat bugs and frankly I could imagine that he would not be opposed to eating one that was formerly human pfhdkd. Even with the Mrs Nubbins situation. Edit: actually, feeding them to Mrs Nubbins)

[bwoahtastic]

Dan would be all over the bump when Max falls pregnant with the puppups (? Is that how it's written? No idea but yk what I mean lol) like even when it's still just a light of swell of Max's stomach, Dan has his hands pressed over it any time he can and at night he just lays in bed with max half-asleep, who has a soft smile on his face while he listens to Daniel talking to the bump and drawing circles over it with his fingers 🥺

maybe also bc dan wishes he would've gotten to do the same with Noah and Sophie and is sorta sad he missed the pregnancy with Noah and a lot of Sophie's too? (and with Sophie it was all way too new and overwhelming for max, but now everything is practically settled down and Daniel relishes in the fact that he can kiss the bump and hold max & his pups whenever ^~^)

Ncnndnfb Max napping on the couch with Daniel laying between his legs and with his face pressed against the bump so he can kiss it bc that seems to be his new favourite thing ever lol. And Daniel suddenly asking Max if he can already feel the pups kick and max just huffs with a fond smile and is like; "Daniel, baby, they're the size of a tomato right now - they can't kick yet"

Daniel quietly going "oh. I didn't think about that" and max just shakes his hand with a chuckle bc he loves his overexcited and giddy alpha so much (him stroking through Daniel's curls and softly promising him that the very second he feels them kick later on, he'll tell dan 🥺)

Nngg Dan really would be overexcited!! Like always talking to the bump but also getting Sophie and Noah snuggled close while judt pointing at Max's barely showing belly and explaining the puppups are inside them and they are gonna have tiny siblings🥺

And Max loves Dan talking to his belly and he just feels so loved with Dan loving the tiny puppups and their beans with all his heart

DAN JUST BEING SO EAGER FOR THE KICKING SJDJ he loved that with Sophie and he judt can't wait to feel the new puppups kicking too but maybe he is a little too excited and definitely expects it too early akdkdk. The moment the puppupd do kick, ofc Dan, but also Lando Michael Noah and Sophie all wanne feel too and while they are all patting at his belly, Max just sneakily tucks them all into his nest for a long cuddle aksk

[villainousshakespeare]

Bobby’s Play Date Part 1

The pandemic is keeping Tom idling in London by himself. One positive is that wearing the mask helps him avoid recognition, allowing him to wander in the park with his dog, Bobby. On one of their walks, Bobby becomes smitten with a dog named Lulu and Tom is equally enchanted by her human. Can the Hiddleston men manage to find a way to see the lovely ladies again?

Tom Hiddleston/OFC

Rated M - Pandemic, Fluff, Quarantine, Masks, Adorable Puppies, Meet Cute, Second Part May (will) Contain Smut

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It was months into the pandemic that had ground the world to a halt. Tom desperately hoped things would go back to normal soon, and that a vaccine would be found to help more people from getting sick and dying. There were, of course, many changes to the world at the moment that Tom was not pleased with. Being unable to work, for instance, or travel to visit his sisters was both frustrating and depressing. One change, however, he had to admit he was not completely adverse to.

Tom loved his fans. They were usually polite, often intelligent, and had donated millions in his name to charities. He often said that he couldn’t consider himself an actor without an audience, and he meant it. It was just that there were times when he wanted to enjoy a little anonymity. Particularly when health advisories suggested a six foot distance between people, Tom was relieved to be able to slip on a plain black mask along with his baseball cap and sunglasses and blend in with the other people wandering about on errands.

He was enjoying just such a stroll now despite the warmth, grateful for the ability to hide in plain sight. Bobby frisked happily on his lead, chasing after imaginary prey as they ambled aimlessly down the winding path. It was a lovely, sunny day, but fear was keeping many people at home and they had the park largely to themselves.

When they reached a bend, Bobby began barking excitedly and pulled Tom along, his human chuckling as he was dragged by his furry companion. The reason for Bobber’s excitement soon became apparent. Sitting on a bench placed beside a scenic little river was a woman in a flowered mask, holding the lead of a small, gold and white shih tzu dog in a ridiculous pink and white checked dress.

Tom had to take a firm hold as Bobby frantically tried to go over and meet the smaller dog, who had begun barking herself as they rounded the bend. Her fluffy head, complete with bow to keep the hair from her eyes, perked up, and she began jumping up and down in a little dance. Bobby calmed down a bit as he felt Tom’s pressure on his lead, but his tongue still lolled out of his mouth in a dopey smile.

“Steady,” Tom commanded, feeling embarrassed as Bobby continued to hover as close as allowed to the silly looking strange dog. “I’m sorry, I promise he is completely friendly.”

“It’s okay, so is she,” the woman replied, smiling with her eyes even though he could not see her mouth behind her mask. “You know, she’s usually quite shy, but she seems to like him! May I pet him?”

“Please, and thanks for asking.”

Letting the lead out a bit, Tom watched as the woman reached down to give Bobby a good pet, complimenting him on being a handsome boy. Her fluff of a pup had advanced timidly, and she and Bobby commenced sniffing and circling each other with obvious enjoyment.

“Wow, I have never seen her respond like that to a strange dog!” the woman laughed.

As she spoke, Bobby rolled onto his back and waved his paws in the air with a complete lack of dignity.

“Safe to say he is rather taken as well,” Tom chuckled. “Absolutely shameless! Mind if I have a seat? It seems a shame to deprive them.”

He gestured to the bench next to hers, wanting to keep a safe distance and indicate he respected her space, and the woman nodded. She was dressed much more simply than her dog, he noticed. Black leggings and long rose colored tee shirt, a pair of keds. Apparently, she got all of her whimsy out on her pup.

“What’s his name?” she asked, watching as the dogs frolicked with each other.

“Bobby,” he supplied. “I’m Tom.”

“I’m Leia, and that ridiculous creature is Lulu.”

“Like the princess?” he couldn’t help but ask with a chuckle.

“General,” she answered without missing a beat. “It’s what happens when you are born during the release of a cultural phenomenon. Pity all of the little girls out there now being named Daenerys or Gamora.”

Tom held his breath for a moment. If she was a Marvel fan, then did he have to worry about her recognizing him? Fortunately, she seemed more interested in the game of tag their companions were playing, and he let himself relax.

“There’s a dog run about half a mile from here,” he suggested after a few minutes of companionable silence. “It’s actually where we were headed.”

“I know, but Lulu is so skittish,” Leia sighed. “She just huddles in a little ball when the bigger dogs come near her.”

“She seems fine with Bobbers.”

“I know! Your adorable boy is some sort of sorcerer! It makes me so happy to see her playing with another dog!”

“I have to ask…”

“The dress?” she guessed; voice wry.

“Yeah.”

“She’s a rescue. When I got her, she was a pathetic, bedraggled little thing that had been there for ages. It was winter, and the first times I took her out I had to put a coat on her. After that, she started equating dressing with going out, and would get so excited every time I took a coat or sweater out for her. When the weather warmed up, I realized that I missed the way she would jump up and literally throw herself into whatever I had picked out for her to wear. It’s completely silly, I know, but it makes her happy, and she just looks so cute!”

Tom’s heart melted a little as he listened to her explain. Yes, the dog looked silly, but it was such a sweet reason that suddenly the little dress transformed into a symbol of kindness rather than an eccentricity.

“She does look adorable,” he said.

A beeping noise had him drawing his phone from his pocked, and he was surprised at the time. He had to get back home soon for a virtual session with his trainer. Oddly, he found himself reluctant to go. It had been so long since he had just spent time with another person, it had felt good just to sit in her presence and relax.

“I’m afraid I have to get going. But Bobby and I usually walk this way around lunch time,” he blurted out, lying through his teeth. “Hopefully we will run into you lovely ladies again. So that the dogs can play.”

He was more grateful for the mask than ever, as it hopefully hid the blush he could feel coloring his face. Once more her vivid eyes sparkled and she stood up too, twisting around with him as they attempted to untangle the leashes.

“I’m sure Lulu would love that!” she told him, picking up the golden dog as she whined and tried to follow after her new friend. “We’ll see you around, Tom. Bobby.”

With a jaunty step he let his long legs take him away, looking forward to tomorrow already.

It rained the next two days. Not just a soft drizzle but am early summer storm that made the idea of a pleasant walk a fantasy. Tom and Bobby both resented the weather, and it was a toss up which of them was more disagreeable as they were forced to stay indoors.

When the sun shone on the third day, Tom immediately cancelled all of his afternoon plans. He had waited patiently, he told himself, he was not going to let this day go to waste. It was for Bobby’s sake, after all. The pup deserved a nice day out after being shut up inside.

They left home mid-morning, Tom unable to sit still any longer. He couldn’t say why exactly he was so keen on meeting Leia and her silly dog again, but he had been able to think of nothing else during his enforced isolation. Perhaps it was simply the novelty of meeting someone new who didn’t instantly faun over him or act nervous and shy. She treated him as though he were just an ordinary guy walking his dog in the park; which of course was what he was!

He arrived at the benches where they had met earlier that week, but they were empty. It was still early, so they made a circuit of the nearby trails. His eyes always alert for their new friends. They passed a few other people walking their pets, but both Tom and Bobby were uninterested beyond a nod hello and brief sniff. The Hiddleston men were both to focused on finding particular companions.

It was, as it had been before, Bobby who first discovered their presence. As they were walking through a more secluded, twisting section of the park, the dog’s ears pricked up and he began barking in excitement. Tail wagging frantically, Bobby yanked on the lead and pulled Tom along behind him as he took off around a curve. A high pitched yip sounded from the direction he headed.

“Well hello there!” Leia greeted him, leaning down to scratch Bobby’s head as he and Lulu danced around each other. “We were hoping to run into you boys again!”

“Eh heh heh,” Tom laughed, dancing around to keep his leash from entangling too badly with hers. “Obviously Bobby here was looking forward to that as well! As was I.”

“Well then, I am so happy you found us.”

He felt absurdly pleased as they fell into step beside each other. The two dogs were happy to walk along, darting back and forth in play as they went.

“Were you going anywhere in particular?” Leia asked casually.

“Oh, just wandering about,” Tom answered, not wanting to admit that they had been on a mission to hunt down the ladies.

“Well then, we can wander together.”

As the dogs played, Tom and Leia chatted happily. He learned that she was an aspiring writer working on edits to her first novel, and a tour guide, specializing in guiding small groups around literary sights in London as a way to earn money.

“Of course, it’s hard to be a tour guide with no tourists,” she sighed. “You would think it would give me more time to write, but its hard to focus. Anyway, I talk too much. What about you?”

“Oh, I’m on furlough,” he shrugged, staying vague. “Just loafing about the house, annoying Bobby. So what is your novel about?”

He managed to direct the conversation back to her, even though she avoided the subject of her book. Instead, she brought up some of the more interesting places she had brought tourists. Tom, a proud Londoner, had been to many of them, and they happily discussed the more interesting locations. She seemed impressed that he had read books by most of the authors they discussed and was quite ready with a line or two from memory. In turn, Tom loved how expressive she became when describing the joy people experienced finding themselves walking in the footsteps of their favorite fictional characters.

By the time Leia announced that she and Lulu needed to head home, (Tom thought he detected regret in her voice) he was surprised to realize that they had been talking for almost two hours. It was the most pleasant afternoon he had passed in some time.

After that, Tom and Bobby spent every afternoon in the park. At first, they managed to “stumble” upon their companions most days. The days they did not were frustrating for both of them and usually ended with them barking at each other. After a few run-ins with Leia and Lulu however, Tom took the plunge and asked if they would like to make their daily meetups official. Leia seemed pleased, but with the caveat that some days she did need to stay home and write when she was struck by the rare inspiration. Tom deflated momentarily, thinking she was looking for an out, until she offered to text him an let him know if they would be absent. He happily gave her his cell phone number and took hers in return, letting her know that she should feel free to text anytime and then feeling like an idiot the minute the words left his mouth.

Over the next two weeks they met all but three days – two because of her writing and one when the skies once more conspired to thwart him. Their conversations ranged from literature to films to favorite places to travel. Leia sometimes teased him about his obvious upper class life style, jetting about to Viet Nam, Hawaii, Australia… but that was the closest his celebrity status ever came to being brought up. He would occasionally feel a stab of guilt over keeping that part of himself from her, it felt dishonest to lie by omission, but he was enjoying being just Tom, and didn’t want to spoil it.

Tom started taking more care in his appearance as the days went on. Gone were the torn running shorts and frayed t-shirts, and in their place were his slim fitting dark jeans and more presentable tops. If those tops also stretched a bit tight across his chest to better show off his muscles, well, he had worked hard enough to achieve them! He made some attempt to style his untamable locks as well, experimenting with different products until he found something that made the curls less crunchy. If he was remembering Leia’s off hand comment about how she liked his natural curls no one else needed to know that.

On the one month anniversary of meeting them in the park, Tom paced nervously back and forth near their favorite bench as he waited for them to arrive. He had a proposition for Leia and hoped desperately that she would say yes. When Bobby started frisking about he knew that he would see her walking Lulu, and spun around to see her come towards them.

“Sorry I’m late!” she smiled with her eyes. “This one managed to hide my house keys, and it took half an hour to track them down to her stash under the sofa.”

Lulu looked unrepentant as she pranced around Bobby, and Tom chuckled good naturedly. He gestured to the bench and sat after Leia, leaning back and stretching out his legs.

“No worries, honestly,” he assured her. “I am just delighted you are here now.”

“You are the perfect gentleman.”

“All lies, I assure you,” he waited for a moment, wanting to sound casual, and then launched into it unable to delay any longer. “I was wondering… The park is lovely, of course, but I thought it might be nice – for Lulu and Bobby – if they had a bit more freedom to run about. Lulu being afraid of the dog run, she has no opportunity to be off leash, and that can’t be too fun for our furry companions.”

“They seem to be having a good time to me,” Leia laughed, looking at where the dogs were investigating a small pile of leaves by the side of the trail. “But what did you have in mind?”

“Well, you see, our house has an enclosed back yard. Not huge, mind you, but large enough they would be able to chase to their hearts content without fearing larger beasts. I thought that perhaps you and Lulu might want to come over this Friday evening for dinner. There’s a testing sight not far from here. We could each get swabbed to make sure we are uncontagious. My bubble is only my Mum and Bobbers, and from what you’ve told me yours isn’t much bigger. It should be reasonably safe for you to come. I could make us dinner, and we could eat outside. If you would be comfortable with it, that is.”

He tried to look calm, but inside Tom was a riot of nerves as he waited for her answer. Leia’s brow crinkled in thought, and she glanced again to where the dogs were once more hopping back  and forth across the path.

“I can’t do Friday,” she told him, and his heart fell.

“Oh, alright then. It was just an idea.”

“Friday is my virtual book club,” she went on, talking over him. “Would Saturday work?”

“Saturday would be perfect!” he beamed.

“Great! I’ll go to the clinic for a test tomorrow then. Would you like me to bring anything?”

“Just Lulu and a healthy appetite.”

“Excellent! Now what do you say we walk over to the little waterfall?”

Tom practically floated through the rest of their walk. He had enjoyed getting to know her so much, but he wanted to spend more than an hour or two at a time with her. Dinner would give them a chance to really relax. Plus, he was dying to see her mouth. After a month of imagining her smile he wanted to know if what he had in his mind was anywhere close to reality. She would see his full face too, but if she hadn’t recognized him by now it was doubtful she would from the lower half of his face.

His confidence dipped a bit when they returned home. Looking around, Tom began to panic. Between photos of him in his full Loki regalia to a group picture with the cast of Skull island, there were far too many give aways of his fame. She might not recognize him, but you would have to like on another planet not to know who Sam Jackson was!

Tom spent the next few days rearranging his home. His awards, normally discreetly placed in a cabinet in his living room on the insistence of his mother, were moved to a back shelf in his office closet. The set photos from a decade plus of filming were shoved under his bed and various pieces of memorabilia were secreted away in the spare bedroom. By the time he was done his guilt had increased but he was fairly confident that all trace of his career had been tucked away safely.

“Well, Bobbers, let’s hope we don’t blow this,” he sighed, adjusting the bandana he had bought to go around the dog’s neck. Bobby whined slightly and Tom grinned. “None of that, you want to look good for your date. She has a fondness for clothing, after all.”

Bobby gave him a look that said he clearly knew Lulu was not the one Tom was trying to impress with his new fashion statement, but Tom cheerfully ignored it. Tonight was going to be a wonderful night.

[quasieli]

top six: fictional characters that give you gender envy, flowers, little things that make you happy and d&d moments :D

Ooh lotsa questions!

Gender Envy:

1) Bow from She-Ra (2018). Something about buff athletic dude who wears crop tops and is soft as hell is very Gender to me.

2) Vax from Critical Role. Pretty boy, kinda goth rogue? That’s sexy as hell and I wish that was me. 

3) In a wildly different idea of gender envy, I’ve been thinking about it lately and @quantum-lesbian’s character in the Frostmaiden game I’m in with them, Ambrose, is Big Gender. Beautiful non-binary drow with a starry and kinda witchy aesthetic that dresses super grandly and ostentatiously no matter the occasion? Yes please.

4) Pete from The Unsleeping City, specifically season two. I adore season one Pete but season two Pete that works in a queer bookshop and has a teapot arcane focus, is artsy and is unapologetically a trans man who doesn’t give a shit about gender roles? Sign me the fuck up.  

5) Beau from Critical Role. Buff GNC lesbian mixed with academia, but like academia from the prospective of a grad student with ADHD trying to learn everything about their special interests? A+, I love her and I’m jealous. 

6) I’m gonna cheat a lil bit for this last one. I know the prompt is fictional characters, but Julia Lepetit and Jacob Andrews in their Hitman streams? Simultaneously both of them were Gender for me. Jacob esp felt like that for me, which is weird cause dresses can make me dysphoric, but I am also slightly envious of the Dude in a Dress type of gender presentation. 

Can you tell that I’m a confused trans masc enby

Gonna put it under the cut from here cause oof, there’s still a lot more.

Flowers:

1) Big slut for Sunflowers, always have been, always will be.

2) Fun fact, my dad’s family used to own a flower shop (in like the 70s, so I never got to see it :(), and one of their big things was hydrangeas. My dad has always loved them and now I love the snowballs too!  

3) A recent favorite, the Baker’s Globe Mallow. It’s a type of flower that only grows from the soils of forests that have been affected by wildfires. It’s a simple little flower but I love the idea of something beautiful rising from the ashes after tragedy. A little dramatic, but I’m queer, ofc I’m dramatic.

4) Roses are another important flower to my family (Rose was a family name for a couple generations), and ya know, they’re a classic. 

5) There’s this beautiful magnolia tree in front of my house that blooms with the most beautiful white and pink flowers every spring, and it’s one of my favorite things to see every year. 

6) There’s so many different types of Lillies and they’re all very pretty, but the Purple Stargazer is prob my favorite.

Little Things That Make Me Happy:

1) My cat, Maddie. She may be a cranky girl at times, but she is also very sweet and will always be my baby (even though she is 12). 

2) Not a little thing really, but my best friend. Just getting a sweet/silly text from her or the two of us chilling in a room, sitting in a comfortable silence because we just like being together, nothing better. 

3) Baking, esp if I’m doing it for others. I’m not much of a sweets person myself, a little treat every once in a while type person, but I love baking. It’s a very relaxing process for me, even when it can sometimes get stressful, but seeing people enjoying something I made, especially something that brought me great joy to make, is simply the best. 

4) In the same sorta vein, crafting and other art, but that’s a bit more personal. I love making things for others, but art, particularly drawing, is something I do more for me. It’s such a great feeling when you can get into a really good art mood and just sink yourself into a project. I love it.

5) My plush toys. Yes, I am a 23 year old, no I will not stop loving my plushies. I just got a few new friends, which I made a post about recently, and they such good cuddle buddies. However, there is one king amongst them all. I have this old, beat up christmas puppy beanie baby, on his tag named Jingle Pup, but I just call him Jingle. I had one version of him since I was like 6, but he currently lives on a shelf cause he is very beaten up and fragile, but his “brother”, who I got when I was 8, is still in kinda good shape and is currently chilling on my chest as I type this lol.

6) Again, not a little thing, but it’s important to mention; D&D. The game itself is such a joy, but truly the best part of it is the people. I love creating stories and memories with people through this weird little game. Truly one of my favorite things to do.

D&D Moments:

These are all gonna be personal moments, rather than anything from actual play shows/podcasts. RC is Reforged Campaign, where I play Saube, and FM is Frostmaiden, where I play Sparks.

1) RC - Meeting Mahety, Saube’s girlfriend. We met her way back in session 12 and we are now up to like session 73. Saube saw her and was immediately big heart eyes at her but also felt a bit awkward and shy. So, being a game a dice, I decided to roll. 10 or higher, Saube would talk to her, 9 or lower, she’d stay put. I rolled a 17, 17 is now a lucky number for me. I love Mahety and I’d die for her. 

2) FM - This was an insane fight that should not have been so crazy, but in a fairly early session, my group went up against an angry druid and her awakened animals. So much batshit stuff happened in that fight, and we unfortunately lost our bread loving bard (RIP Agneyis), but one of my favorite combat turns happened in this fight. Our artificer, Omaren, has a robe of useful items and one of the patches on it creates a large pit. Thinking quickly, Omaren tore off the patch, slid it under one of the dire wolves we were fighting and created a looney tunes style pit under it, allowing us to take it out easily via pot shots. Such a clutch move and such a funny visual, especially because the dire wolf kept failing the checks to get out of the pit.  

3) RC - Saube’s Zebrith (I will never remember how this actually spelled RIP). So, for context, Saube ended up with a death curse (long story) that mechanically meant they had disadvantage on any death saving throws. Scary as hell, need to get that fixed! So, Saube and their party had to be smuggled into another country to talk with some religious leaders of a goddess known as The First, the goddess of death. They were told that Saube would have to go through the aforementioned ritual, which included her soul leaving her body for a short period of time. During this ritual, her friends had to call back to her, to say things that would bring her back to her body and I still cry thinking about that game. That ritual was not only important for Saube bodily, but spiritually as well. After that ritual, Saube officially became a cleric of The First! 

4) A real sappy one, RC - Saube meeting all of her friends. Anyone who follows along with the rantings on my blog probably knows how important this game is to me. I met this random group of strangers on tumblr and formed a D&D party with them and now, a year and a half later, I honestly think it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I know that sounds silly and dramatic but not only has this game brought me so much joy and comfort, but I also gained a group of really amazing friends who have been nothing but amazing since day one. As much as Saube knows she can depend on SICL, I know I can depend on my group of weirdos lol. We both love our friends very much and even though we’ve all been through some crazy shit, we wouldn’t change it for the world.    

5) RC - Just playing Saube in general. I really didn’t intend for it to be this way, but Saube is very much a reflection of myself. She is the first long term character I have ever played and so much of me is in her. I try not to treat D&D like therapy, because that’s unfair to my DM and fellow party members, but playing Saube has allowed me to work through some of my own problems, especially social anxiety, in a lot safer of an environment. It isn’t so much that I’m asking this game to help me fix my life, but playing out these scenarios that, in the real world, would make me anxious or make me freak out, I can stop, take a moment to breathe and work out these issues in a way that makes sense to me. Playing her has led me to understanding myself a bit better, as well, and that’s truly such a wonderfully unexpected gift from this whole experience. 

6) Lastly, a silly one: RC - Getting a crit 6. The last session of this game got real interesting. Saube’s party ended up in the ethereal plane and magic got real fucky there. So, any time any of us tried to cast a spell, we’d roll a d20, not look at the result, and then try to guess what number rolled. The closer to the number, the better the result. A few times, a few people managed to get within like 3 or 4 of their roll, but oh the power I felt when I rolled a 6 (on Saube’s die!) and guessed it correctly! So, not only did the spell (Bless) work, but it worked super well. So instead of getting +1d4 to attack rolls and saving throws, Saube and two other party members got +2d4 to attacks, saving throws and skill checks. So powerful I broke the rules of D&D lmao.